. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The man from Besançon

Tuesday, December 3, 2024

The man from Besançon

Press play.
 

(A lone voice whispers)


For although I've conquered and walked through all my dark shadows

I can still remember fragments of a time

Of been so exquisitely and extensively broken on the inside

So thoroughly painfully 
So many times
Over and over again

But still like so many others

I chose to still shine so beautifully on the outside

As that glow slowly helps to relight an old fire
On the inside

Helping me to emanate acts of kindness
In new empires of compassion

To just one 
Inspire

Within each day of this
Me starting my new life

I've finally found the courage and climbed a strange ladder
Out of the old one

Which now takes me to newer places
So I can vibrate so much higher

My glorious lights still flicker and reigns supreme
On so many ancient white altars

Illuminated by supernatural looking candlesticks

Although they may shimmer
Fluttering within view of so many daily eyewitnesses

Angels who I sometimes see
Half hidden in the early morning shadows

I know they all simply smile as I stand still 

Clasping close all these newfound self-empowering emotions

The sensation of swimming inside all these deep spinning mysteries

In newly discovered hidden oceans
I now explore

Sometimes feels too overwhelming

But as I walk barefoot in my now discovered underground streams

Which I never visited when I was once broken

When all hopes of finding happiness seemed unreal 

I now feel rejuvenated by those waters
For they bestow me with so many daily tokens

As I just wait for discovery by a fellow treasure hunter

To help me rewrite my life
With a more positive and powerful slogan

I was once but an invisible but precious rhinestone
Born in Besançon  
In beautiful France

Tasked to forever 
Walk and write alone

To cope with the essences of a soul
That once was shattered into a million pieces

But now with an original dynamic glimmer and shine

My new words pirouette and dance at every God-given chance

Creating subtle perceived glories
Within the reflective ambiences of fragrant essences

Of the possibilities of narrating magnificent poetically staged stories

Ones where I'll find my missing link and be happy

For I now know as I'm walking
I'm talked about

By those watching spirit guides and angels who counsel me

The ones who are forever eternal
Like a hushed ever-rolling soft evocative lullaby

An untethered circus of irreducible fragments of appropriate words

I'm now free from that hard grip of old tyrannical ringmasters
Power-hungry kings or savage queens

For I'm now just my own seductive séance

A child reborn 
From the darkest 
Of nights

When I finally found the courage to leave Paris
But still, I’ll keep rising 

To keep climbing this ladder
To find true happiness and freedom

To reach newer heights
Where I'll be the only leader of a much kinder kingdom

A place when I get there
I'll just call it

My rightful place
My own home 

And dominion
 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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